justwrite 12 august

the cat is going to eat my eraser and when she does i will make no mistakes there will be discrete complete numbers no blunders no half-eaten remainders no strangers but fiction just reasonable contradictions worked out in jery facts as a matter of principle a justifiable rinse cycle more than sloughing off the suds stemming buds from seeds and massive weeds drowning in hand-picked windstorms swarming earfulls of cottonballs stalling until the phone rings and excitement brings itself down a notch or two and tumbles through and over a few flights with stairy delight in starry eyes in a heap at the bottom not a leap but a solving of problems which is how to get down from so high and no amount of counting can save you now can milk your cow and cash your sow's purse into silk ears to steer your ship into shape a masked caped costume blossoming in a comic brain straining to contain the frames and pouncing on pow! as the only way to say how it all went down from there